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Author's Note: Please keep in mind that I am only a writer. Because of this, it is possible that some of the military terms and regulations included in the following story are incorrect. *** Barbie Lez has always been exceptionally smart

Ex-Daughter Grown Up, Part 4, Network to Care For Me (Introduction: if you have read parts 1, 2 and 3, you will know the people involved: a husband back working in the country he loves and where his grown-up 17y.o

First some blatant advertising. I wrote most of this eight book series in the early 2000s. Publishers found it too racy for them to handle so I sought out an online publisher

Notes: Few things like age, names have been changed slightly to keep our identities a secret. We want to share our story, but don't want to get in trouble with the law. We still live together but we tell everyone we are just roommates

She still remembers the first time she saw him. The very delayed 10.06 train to Manchester. Delayed because of a "technical fault". Apparently. She stood on the platform, impatiently waiting to see if she could *finally* go home to see her mother for the first time in months

I haven't written in years so forgive me please creative writing class was a long time ago, this story was written after I watched a anima show on Netflix

Penny’s Questions, And Her Kisses, Started It All. “Can I ask you a question, Donnie?” “You just did.” “Huh; Oh pffft… you know what I mean.” “You can ask me anything you want

Who would have thought? I certainly didn’t. I grew up in an era where you did not play with yourself. Not good girls and boys. So all these years, I never masturbated. Sometime around my fifty-third birthday, I just happened to wake up horny as all hell

Luc look dazed, and for a long time it seemed he didn’t know what to say. When he did speak up, it was the same thing everyone always says: “So I can wish for anything I want?” "Almost anything," Darius said. A newspaper and a cup of coffee sat on the café table in front of him

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, characters, persons, alive or dead, or beings of Earth or the multiverse, past, present or future, is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, I'm psychic, in which case this a work of non-fiction

RESCUED OR ENSNARED? From far, far away, Prince Vandar felt gentle hands touch him and the warm current of the ocean as he was drawn swiftly through… Soft lips breathing lifegiving air into his own parched lips were the next sensation Vandar felt

Norm stood back to admire his work. Clarissa lay in her satin lined casket, dressed in her white silk gown. Her hands, folded at her waist held a single rose. Her dark hair was draped gracefully about her shoulders, framing her peaceful face

I loved this girl. I loved to fuck her and I loved to imagine we would be together forever in every clichéd way possible; but deep down I knew she was nothing but a whore, and I a john

Me and my friend Aaron shares a house in Mumbai, India. I'm 6'2 tall he's 6'0 we both maintain our body as we both are model/actor. We did many ramp shows and shoots together and follow daily workout schedule and hit the gym almost daily together..

You asked me to dress ready to help with construction. You picked me up in your truck and drove me to your rental. The renters had moved out and you had some fixing up to do before the new ones move in. I had no idea what you had in mind so I did as I was told

This is our Calling All Writers Challenge Chapter 3 entry. Now, I’m the first one to admit that there are times when I get distracted, and there is just a chance I wasn’t walking close enough to the parked cars in the lot of the supermarket

I would like to apologize in advance to my readers. In the retelling of this story it sort of took on a life of its own. Normally my tales are fairly brief and concise, this one however seemed only to grow as I put pen to paper. (Figuratively speaking)

We had never been to Detroit before and always wanted to attend the Detroit Auto show. We being myself an up and coming car dealer from the Portland area and my wife Kelly who worked with me as the office manager for the dealership

To all of my loyal readers: I have absolutely no idea where this saga is taking me or even when it will end. I had thought when I began writing that I would be able to tell my tale in a couple of chapters and be done with it

MY SECRET LIFE BY WALTER VOLUME-2 Chapter IV My clap brought on a stricture, obliging me to have a bougie passed every other day to stretch the pipe often, and causing me to piss clots of gruelly blood, about an hour afterwards